When a blast of the terrible ones comes down,
And brings a storm to your placid sea.
When your flesh and your heart are failing,
From the fear of what is to be.
When you heart is grieved and your spirit defeated,
By the storm blasting your weary land.
You have a refuge.
You have a shelter from the storm.
He is our Safe Harbor,
A shadow from the heat,
And a hiding place from the wind.
Like a river of water in a dry place.
He is The Rock that is higher than I.
A Rock where no enemy can reach.
He prepares a table for us in their presence.
He will keep us safe from harm.
He is the Hope of his people,
A place of repair,
And a Strong Tower.
He will never forsake you.
The storm you need not fear.
The Master is always near us.
Remember the One who is with you.
Take refuge in Him.
When our hearts are overwhelmed,
He holds us by our right hand.
For our Lord will roar out of Zion.
He shall utter His strong voice.
The Earth will shake from His presence.
We have a big God; bigger than the storm.
Those far from Him will be swept away.
For me, it is good to be near Him.